Sometimes fate pulls you in different directions

[Jak Mar]

A man with white dreadlocks, a walking stick, dressed in wastelander gear. The sand king. One who controlled the wastelands since he was kicked out of Haven city years ago. The man without his son... and still looking.

The sheer whiteness of the area he was standing almost made him wince as he held his walking stick up. He found himself staring at a strange... face... one certainly white and different...

Was he staring at the face of the precursors? No... they looked like ottsels..

Damas had a lot of questions on his mind.... Did fate bring him here instead of the Wastelands?

He took the time to keep walking with the walking stick as he listened to the face speak to him.

Damas couldn't speak during this time, but he felt strange during this time.

Once the white face finished speaking, Damus wanted to ask so many questions, but he'd have to ponder them himself. He carried a identical Seal of Mar like his son that he was missing..

Fate... had other plans so it seemed.

So Damas's new adventure started as the man started out into the Nexus to start the slow trip to what looked like some sort of fountain....

[Jak Mar]

* Jak Mar Jak decided to pay a visit to the Nexus, a quiet one by himself so far. Hope Daxter was doing ok by any means. Jak had been cleaning his weapons up to make sure they were all up to snuff lately and he didn't know he was about to get the biggest surprise in his life.

But nobody knew the two were going to be together again.

One father.... One son...

Jak would find out soon enough as he jumped through a portal back to the Nexus and winced at the familiar white area again after all that walking back. The area looked white like always and the fountain sat in between...

However, there was someone there in the distance...

Some brownish looking man...

no...

He had long ears, white hair and much more. He must of been dreaming... No It couldn't be.

Jak stopped in his tracks.. his heartbeat was the only thing he could hear... Was this his father? The same one who had died in his arms?